Chen Wei had barely finished speaking.
The lesser demons exchanged glances, not daring even to breathe loudly.
The Goat Spirit huddled at the back, his eyes round as saucers. "Oh no, oh no! Has some evil god possessed my good brother? He actually dared point at the four kings' noses and call them all useless?"
"Such gall!"
After a brief silence, the Great Immortal of Universal Aid was the first to fly into a rage.
The Vulture Spirit already had a vicious, sinister temper. Publicly insulted by a mere mountain-patrolling lesser demon, how could he endure it? He immediately opened his gaping, blood-red maw and bit down at Chen Wei.
"If you survive today, this great immortal won't mind calling you godfather!"
Crack!
A sharp snap rang out.
The demons in the hall had all thought the Leopard Spirit was done for, but who could have imagined the bizarre scene that followed?
Well, now!
Guess what happened?
The Great Immortal of Universal Aid did indeed bite the Leopard Spirit's head clean off. The problem was, once separated from its body, the leopard head not only remained alive, but spun around and zipped wildly through the cave abode, while the body beneath its neck stood firmly in place.
What sort of divine ability was this?
A severed head could still fly about?
Chen Wei was not merely full of life and vigor; his little mouth kept rattling away. "You four godsons are all biting the hand that feeds you! Yellow Weasel used assessments as an excuse to rake in incense offerings, the Wild Boar Spirit relied on his strength to forcibly seize the offerings of cave masters everywhere, and the Venomous Snake Spirit was even more vile-under the banner of exhorting goodness, he tore out the tendons and flayed the hides